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Don\'t Play With My Toys	By : InvokingRainbows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 9646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I Want This One
- 2-Fair Fucking
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They missed breakfast, as it were. James and Peter ribbed him hard for it, thinking it strange that Sirius would miss a meal since he was such a fatty and chalking it up to him staying up late banging one of his fans.
“I was not,” he denied, though the banging part was on the money; Remus, however, was no groupie.
Still, he did wake up in time for lunch, at which he made up for his missed breakfast. “Calm down, fatty. Why don’t you try tasting what you’re eating?” James laughed at him, both eyebrows to his hairline.
Sirius flipped him the bird since his mouth was full, though it would serve James right if he got spittle and food bits flung at him. James’ was long suffering and he shook his head, finishing up his glass of pumpkin juice before leaning forward with bright eyes and a grin.
“Alright, mates. Once this lummox finishes filling his four stomachs, where are we off to?” Because it was the weekend and it was not to be wasted doing homework like boring, sensible people. They were marauders, for Merlin’s sake! It was time to let loose and wreak havoc.
Sirius waved his fork at James, swallowing and licking his lips, “You and Wormy are on your own today, I’m afraid. Remus and I have got things to do!”
Remus had come down with Sirius for lunch, the pair walking in what felt like a strange new aura. Things were different, yet the same. There was a mutual understanding that the previous night’s affairs had been enjoyable for both of them, and that neither one of them had any bad feelings about it. The confusing thing, thought, was what course they should take.
On one hand, Sirius Black was the catch of all catches. He was beautiful, extremely charismatic, quick witted, intelligent, and best of all, very fun to be around. All of these were things that Remus loved. The only real downsides to being with someone like Sirius were that it would probably earn you at least a few enemies since Hogwart’s hottest would officially be off the market. Beyond that, it could fracture their friendship. That was the thing bothering Remus the most. The what ifs.
The honey eyed werewolf had been lost in his own mind, subconsciously nibbling on his piece of toast and blackberry jam. “What?” he asked, looking up when he heard Sirius mention his name. “What do we have to do today?” he asked, the look of panic that came over his face at least a little amusing. “It’s not Monday, is it? Oh no, I lost track of the days or something didn’t I? Did I just miss all of our morning classes!?”
Sirius paused to glance at the wolf sitting next to him, blinking. Snorting, he thumped his potential beau on the back solidly while Peter and James chortled from the other side of the table.
“Space case much, Moony? It’s still the weekend, no classes just yet,” he shook his head fondly, fingers brushing teasingly across his thigh as he pulled away his hand.
He licked crumbs from the corner of his mouth and pushed away his plate, “We have that thing to do, yeah?”
“Thing?” Parroted James, voice high with amusement and still rough with laughter, his smile skeptical at the corners. He obviously knew Sirius was lying out his ass. Sirius waved a hand dismissively at him.
“Things, Potter. You hens run along now; we’ll meet you later,” he shoo’d them, grabbing Remus by the bicep and tugging him to stand up.
“C’mon, Moony. Daylight’s burning, you can dream about classes later,” his hand slipped down to circle loosely around Remus’ wrist, leading him along and out of the feasting hall.
Remus was used to this type of behavior from Sirius. He was the kind of friend that came up with the most awesome and fantastic ideas, and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’d probably been dragged off somewhere by the boy more times than he could count.
The corners of his mouth twitched in a small smile when the other held him by the wrist instead of his arm this time. It wasn’t like they were holding hands or anything, but it was definitely different from before.
“Where are we going?” he asked as he was forced to trot alongside Sirius, who was a bit taller and able to move more quickly with ease. A thought hit him, and his face immediately went a bright shade of pink. “A-again? Already!?” he stammered, thinking that Sirius was probably going to take him to some abandoned classroom or broom closet. “I dunno, I mean last night was really great but…”
Sirius faltered, expression disgruntled as he met Remus’ gaze, “What do you take me for, Remus? I’m not a savage. We’re going on a date!”
They exited the castle, mingling with the sparse late-risers who were making their way to Hogsmeade for the weekend. No one was paying them any attention and James had been left behind in the Great Hall, so Sirius took advantage, slipping their hands together and lacing their fingers so they were properly holding hands now.
“Though,” and here he smiled, playful and entirely unforgiving. He knew this was going to get Remus’ panties in a twist, but he also knew it would definitely be worth the lecture later, “… you might not like the location. At first.”
Far enough from the castle wards, he wrapped an arm around Remus’ waist, “Hold on tight.” Then apparated them away from the castle with no one the wiser.
When they settled and landed, it was to the sights, smells, and sounds of a local muggle fairground.
Remus raised an eyebrow. Well, Sirius was trying at least which was an encouraging sign. “Wait, where are we going?” He didn’t get an answer before Sirius was turning on the spot and they were disappearing which felt like being squeezed through a very thin, small tube. Remus hated apparating. Hated it.
After they’d reappeared, Remus needed to take a moment to steady himself, leaning against Sirius for support. “God damn it.” he groaned, pushing himself back into a standing position. “Stupid apparation. How is it that I can understand the way something works so well and yet be terrible at doing it?” he asked, more as a rhetorical question.
After he’d grumped about long enough, their new surroundings hit him, and he went silent. “I haven’t been to something like this since before I was turned.” he said quietly, his eyes wide as they stared around at all of the rides, lights, food stands, and muggles.
Remus glanced over at Sirius. “Did you know that?” he asked curiously.
“Ah, yeah,” he admitted, looking vaguely embarrassed about it all, “… you mentioned it once a long time ago.”
This was during their first year, before he and Remus had even properly become friends. Remus hadn’t even said it Sirius personally, but it had been something the aristocrat had heard in passing and remembered, because even then he’d known he wanted to be friends with the shy werewolf.
Squeezing Remus’ hand, he gestured to the things around them, smile bright and excited. “Where should we start? We can’t leave until you’ve done everything you want,” he paused, “… or until we’re too tired to move, anymore.”
He was, of course, going to pay for everything. What kind of man would he be if he didn’t pay for his date, after all? His adorable date who was bright-eyed and so grateful-looking that Sirius wanted nothing more than to press him up against a wall and snog him witless.
Remus looked at Sirius for a moment, stunned that he had remembered something from so long ago. Something so obscure, at that. “That’s incredibly sweet.” he said, giving the other a squeeze back and kissing him on the cheek. “How about a roller coaster?” he asked, heading towards the buzzing fairgrounds tugging Sirius along by his hand, which he was still holding.
The place was packed, and the pair had to stick pretty close together to keep from getting separated as they made their way through the myriad of stands that held both games from which you could win prizes as well as some that sold food. They found a relatively simple roller coaster and got in line, Remus looking around, still blown away by the entire thing.
“This is really fantastic Sirius, thank you.” he said, lacing their fingers together and giving his hand another more firm squeeze. The line moved quickly enough, and soon they were sitting next to each other, the safety bar down in their laps. Remus was nervous and excited all in one, and he’d gone from holding Sirius’ hand to hugging his left arm tightly. “Oh my god.” he said as they started moving, a spike in adrenalin making him hang onto the other even more tightly.
Muggle carnivals were very much different from wizarding ones. Sirius hadn’t really known what to expect when he’d planned this all out, but he was pleasantly surprised and brightly curious about all the strange doodads and attractions.
Pleased that Remus was happy, he allowed the werewolf to lead them where he would, squeezing his hand when he laced their fingers together. He looked about with open curiosity, looking as enthusiastic and awed as the younger children who were tugging on their parents’ coat sleeves and pointing at all of the goodies the fair had to offer them.
While on queue for the coaster, he observed the little wheeled box the customers were sitting in trundle up the metal tracks. The structure squeaked and groaned, reaching the top before ultimately tipping over the edge, whoosing down quickly. “Is this like riding broomsticks, then?” he asked, excited.
Soon enough, it was their turn and Sirius eagerly took a seat in the car, following Remus’ lead and pulling down the safety bar. He could feel the nervous energy coming off his date, leaning into him when his arm was grabbed.
He chuckled, “Why choose it if you’re afraid?”
The ride lurched, then started moving and soon they too were at the plummet. He kissed Remus reassuringly on the temple just as they tilted forward and went careening down the tracks.
Normally, Remus probably would’ve blushed at the small kiss, but he was too caught up in the moment. “Sometimes, fear can be fun.” he pointed out. Soon, the ride was going at full speed and Remus’ eyes were closed as tightly as possible. He wasn’t screaming, though. He wasn’t exactly one to make a lot of noise, even when he wanted to. Instead, he had a death grip on Sirius’ arm and he was holding his breath.
When the ride finally came to an end, he opened his eyes and gasped for air for a moment. “That -gasp- was -gasp- awesome!” he managed as they clambered off of the ride together. “C’mon let’s go do something else!” he said, before dragging Sirius by the hand away from the roller coaster and to nearly every single ride in the park.

Once they had ridden everything, had plenty of muggle junk food, and tried their hands at some of the muggle fair games which were surprisingly difficult to win, Remus was starting to get tired. The full moon was approaching which meant his energy levels would start to go down, and he could feel the drag of it already.
He and Sirius were sitting together on a bench across from what was probably Remus’ favorite ride, the ferris wheel. It was simple, it didn’t go too fast, and it brought you up high enough to see everything. Of course, Remus could always just get on a broom, but he hated flying on brooms. He was terrible at it.
“Can we go once more?” he asked, looking at Sirius with his lips pouting out at him adorably. “After that I think we should head back, it’ll be dark soon.” he pointed out, gesturing at the nearly setting sun.
Sirius, of course, was in agreement. That had been bloody brilliant! Not as great as riding a broom, but definitely a close second; he was a man who definitely enjoyed his zero-G moments.
He was laughing as he wobbled out of the box, adrenalin zinging through his blood, nearly tripping as his eager beau dragged him off to explore all the other wonders of the fairground. They rode giant teacups, ate cotton candy, went down a water flume, and the best part definitely had to be the sugary discovery of funnel cakes. Fried dough covered in sugar was definitely man’s best creation ever.
They spent the entire day at the fairground, definitely reveling until well past curfew. He refused to leave until the grand finale was over though, coaxing Remus to slide into one of the booths of the big spinning wheel. They had their own cart to themselves, and just as the ferris wheel began reaching the top, fireworks started popping off in the sky.
“So,” he asked, moving so he was sitting on the same bench as Remus, “did you enjoy yourself?”
Remus gave a small nod, moving a little closer to Sirius in their basket. “It was probably the most perfect date I could imagine.” he admitted, allowing himself to lean against his best friend. “Really, I can’t believe you remembered that from so long ago.”
When they reached the top of the ride, it stopped to allow new passengers into the empty baskets down below. Remus took that moment to catch Sirius’ chin with his thumb and turn the other’s head so that he could lean in and steal a soft, gentle kiss on the lips.
Blushing, he let go and shifted a bit in his seat. “You really want to make a go of it with me?” he asked, playing with the hem of his sleeve. “I mean, you know there are risks. Beyond the fact that it may cause tension in our friendship, you’ll have to deal with what I am and what it means to be with someone like me.” he let out a soft sigh. “You said you’d show me why it has to be me, right? I guess I still don’t understand. You could have anyone, and it would be so much easier for you!”
“Remus,” he whispered, pleased by his beau’s forwardness, but saddened that Remus felt like he wasn’t worth having. Sirius crowded him against the corner of the booth, the grey of his eyes reflecting orange from the popping fireworks overhead.
Gently, he slid his fingertips up the column of Remus’ throat, cupping the nape of this neck with a broad, warm palm. He caressed the line of his jaw with the pad of his thumb, pressing forward to kiss him deep and slow, meaningfully. He wanted to be with Remus even if the werewolf couldn’t understand why. Sirius wouldn’t say it was love – not yet, anyway – but there was something inside him that wanted to be close to this boy.
He licked the seam of Remus’ lips, pleading entrance and delving inside. He gave into his earlier urge, quite intent to slowly kiss the breath from this beautiful boy’s body, until he could no longer fret and think about silly things like his lycanthropy and what people would say or think.
Right now, it was just them here.
He pulled away just a hair’s breadth, opening his eyes to catch Remus’ gaze, “We’ve all got our skeletons, Moony.”
He pet the line of his throat again, warm and reassuring, “… but I want you. Only you.”
Then kissed him again.
Remus was a very strong willed person. His mind was incredible, yet when Sirius touched him like that, it was as if all of his powers and thoughts were taken away and the only thing left was his want for Sirius to touch him further.
“I only want you, too.” he said, only for his lips to be silenced by the others in another deep kiss. By the time the ride was over, Remus’ hair was completely disheveled and Sirius had even gotten a hand up the front of his robes. Trying to flatten his hair a bit, Remus left their booth only slightly unsteady on his feet, allowing Sirius to catch his hand as they walked together back towards the hidden area just outside the fairgrounds that they had originally apparated to.
Once the unpleasant experience of apparating back to just outside the Hogwarts gounds had been completed, and Remus had re-steadied himself, he all but pushed Sirius down onto the soft grass, clambering on top of him to straddle his hips and kiss him eagerly. “I want to be yours.” he whispered between kisses, his hands moving to start fumbling with Sirius robes, trying to get them off. He wanted the other badly.
Sirius went down with an oof!, but definitely wouldn’t complain about the unexpected manhandling when it earned him a warm, willing body on top of his. Here, away from all the artificial lighting, the inky blackness of the sky was dotted with billions of diamond slivers, the moon hanging ominous and heavy, pale and almost full. He didn’t doubt it was partly its influence that had made his shy little beau so frisky.
“Then you will be,” he said, running his hands up Remus’ back calmly. He knew Remus was untouched, so despite how desperate the werewolf was for contact, Sirius wasn’t going to rush this. He was serious about the skeletons in the closet; it was probably wrong of him not to inform his soon-to-be lover about his… eccentric sexual appetites, but he would think about that later.
Oh, yes. Later, he’d give it to Remus as rough and as fast as he wanted. He’d give it to him so good that he’d be gagging for it, blindfolded and chained, helpless to take and accept what was given to him, all that pale skin covered in bruised fingermarks.
He shuddered, hastily pushing those thoughts away before he got ahead of himself. Tangling fingers into Remus’ hair, he reared up to kiss him soundly, open-mouthed and messy. It was an easy thing to flip them so that Remus was lying on his back in the grass. Sirius pinned him there, pulling back to smile that open, boyish quirk of the mouth.
“What’s the rush, Moony? I’m not going to disappear,” he slipped hot hands beneath the wolf’s shirt, “… I’m yours now, yeah? Exclusive, you and I. So… we’ve got all the time in the world.”
A little naughty application of magic had Remus’ buttons popping open, pale skin even fairer beneath the waxy moonlight. Sirius felt his mouth water and promptly dug in, the edge of his teeth against a cute, sensitive nipple, clever tongue working it to pertness.
Remus frowned, his face pouty and flushed with adrenaline and lust for his handsome friend. Boyfriend? Lover? Whatever they were, now. “I just...I like it when you touch me.” he mumbled, a little grumpy that it seemed Sirius might make them slow down.
Then, his shirt was being magically torn open and his skin left to the cool evening air and Sirius’ mouth. He was already teasing and kissing at Remus’ nipples, which was enough to send the other into a squirming, groaning pile of mush.
“Sirius.” he breathed between soft gasps and moans, his back arching to press his chest against the other’s mouth as he explored his body. Remus ran his hands up Sirius’ front, undoing buttons as he went along until he was able to push his robes off, revealing that perfect body.
“You really are so perfect.” he whispered, leaning up to press a kiss against Sirius’ collar bone, curious to taste his skin the way that Sirius had been doing. He managed to re-flip them, climbing back on top of the other and pinning his wrists above his head. Remus wasn’t nearly as strong as Sirius, of course, but he didn’t care. If Sirius wanted to change positions again he was more than welcome to. After Remus had his taste, of course.
Soft lips moved curiously down the center of Sirius’ chest, his tongue darting out here and there to taste and caress as he moved along. He wondered if Sirius liked having his nipples played with too, so after kissing his way over to one, he took the already hardened nub between his teeth, tugging at it gently before taking it into his mouth and running his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
He laughed when they switched positions again, getting the drift and staying put, so that his frisky little minx could play and explore to his heart’s content. Sirius relaxed back into the grass, stroking up and down Remus’ spine with the tips of his fingers, eyes dark and watchful, taking in what Remus was doing, the expressions that flit across his face, the cute light of determination in his eyes.
He almost laughed again when Remus announced him perfect. If only the werewolf knew. “You’re beautiful,” he countered, going heavy-lidded as he watched that clever tongue circle the hard point of his nipple.
They weren’t particularly sensitive, he’d admit. More like, the sensation went straight to his cock in shivery heatwaves. He sighed at the cool, wet sensation, feeling the familiar heat of lust pool like a soft wave in the pit of his gut.
He left Remus to his own ministrations, his own hands working to undo belt and zipper so that Remus’ pants were left wide and loose. It was very tempting to play with the hard heat he found there, but they had a time limit, despite what he’d said earlier. Classes in the morning and all that.
Instead, he slid his fingers down the back of Remus’ slackened pants and underthings, giving him a firm squeeze, before his naughty fingers found his lovely little hole. He began playing with it, circling with his fingers, rubbing and pressing, massaging those divine butt cheeks.
Getting him used to being touched.
Remus had been enjoying himself, just spending some time kissing and tasting his way around Sirius’ chest and neck, having found that he enjoyed just running his fingertips over the various shapes and lines of Sirius’ body. His skin was smooth all over except for the areas that had a light dusting of hair to them. Nicely tanned, too, and well muscled from all of the Quidditch he played.
At first, Remus tensed up when Sirius started to grope his backside, but as soon as the fingers went to work prodding at his hole he nearly collapsed on top of the other. He leaned down, his arms draping around Sirius lazily as he kissed him, his back arched as he stuck his hips out so that Sirius could grope him more easily.
“That feels nice.” he mumbled into the kiss, his mind more mushy than it had been moments ago. He liked it when Sirius touched him. He also liked when Sirius touched him in new and different ways.
After a moment, he found his pants to be in the way, and so with a bit of help from his wand and a brief moment of holding himself up with one arm, he managed to get them off, leaving him in only his boxer briefs which were rather tight now considering the sizable erection they were concealing.
He pushed his hips against Sirius a little, leaning back down to nuzzle into the nape of his neck. “You can do whatever you want.” he purred into his ear. “I trust you.”
“Look at you,” he breathed appreciatively, sitting up so Remus slid down to settle on his lap, stealing another deep kiss from that plush mouth. “I’ll make a deviant out of you yet, Moony,” he teased when he broke apart, giving that pert ass a light tap with his hand.
“Stand up for me, gorgeous,” he bid, waiting until Remus complied to help him shimmy free of the last of his clothing. The underwear was thrown to the four winds and now Sirius was privy to a completely and stunningly naked Remus Lupin. His lovely prick fat and heavy, jutting upward obstinately, leaking pearly excitement. It called to Sirius, he swore it.
“You might want to hang on,” he chortled, pulling Remus forward by the ass, other hand circling his cock. He gave it a few firm strokes just to get him started, then open his mouth and feasted, taking his inexperienced lover to the root and swallowing.
Bitter-salt lit up his taste buds and he moaned appreciatively around the cock in his mouth, keeping pressure and sucking hard as he pulled up. One hand stayed at Remus’ hip to steady him, the other snuck back around to start fingering and teasing his hole again.
Swaying on his feet a little at the first touch of Sirius’ hand, Remus could feel his mind already starting to cloud over. Then, Sirius took him in his mouth, and his eyes went wide. Merlin that felt amazing. So warm and hot, and his tongue swirling around like that.
“S-Sirius.” he groaned out, fingers tangling in those dark locks of hair, gripping gently while the other enjoyed himself. The fingers at his entrance made his hips push forward involuntarily from time to time, his smooth skin now covered in bumps as shivers ran through him.
He was true to his word and let Sirius do whatever he wanted, though his knees were starting to go weak from all of the attention being given to his throbbing cock which was currently so far down Sirius’ throat Remus was wondering how the other wasn’t passing out from the lack of oxygen he must be experiencing.
Slowly, he sank down until he was on his knees, Sirius’ head following him to continue his ministrations. “I...I…” he stammered, panting out before tugging Sirius off of him. “If you keep going like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.” he murmured, pushing him back down on the ground so that he could crash their lips together, tasting his own precum on Sirius.
He looked truly disappointed that he’d been stopped, licking reddened, swollen lips that were just as glossy with spit as Remus’ cock. A yummy cock at that, he’d have to revisit it at some other time. He wanted to see if he could suck the soul out of him through his dick. The hungry kiss he was given somewhat made up for the lack of man-meat in his mouth, but soon he broke away. There were more interesting things to be done.
“You’re going to come more than once tonight, Moony,” his grin was positively wicked, eyes nearly black with lust, “I guarantee it.”
He repositioned them, ordering Moony onto hands and knees, ass up in the air. Sirius was a growing boy, after all. His appetite was huge and it was time for seconds. With the same amount of zeal, he went about loosening Remus’ asshole in the best possible way – orally.
He spread those lovely cheeks and licked a hot, broad stripe up Remus’ crack, pressing his lips in and sucking the quivering pucker.
Remus swallowed, giving a small nod. Moving into the position Sirius wanted, he laid his head down in the cool grass, his hips up in the air as the other had commanded, his back arched nicely. “L-like this?” he asked, squirming a bit until his knees were in a comfortable position that he could hold for a while.
He was rewarded quickly for his compliance by a hot tongue pressing into him. “Oh Merlin.” he gasped out, his eyes closing tightly as Sirius went to work. It felt amazing, almost as if there were an aphrodisiac in Sirius’ saliva. He wanted more already. He wanted to feel Sirius inside of him. Of course, he’d never done anything like that but with his own fingers, but he could tell that this was where things were leading.
He reached back, placing his hands on either side of his ass to spread himself open so that the other could have as much access as he wanted. Remus’ cock was still throbbing too, pressed against his flat tummy and dripping precum into the grass below. Sirius was probably right. He would certainly come more than once that night.
Sirius was liberal with the spit. Lapping at the asshole with a fierce single-mindedness, like a dog with a bone. He poked and prodded at it with the tip of his tongue, his fingers joining the party when Remus so graciously took up the job of spreading himself wide. The other hand snuck between spread legs to fondle Remus’ soft balls, sticky with spit and dripping precum.
He licked his fingers, sliding one inside the hot clench of Remus’ body next to his tongue. He wiggled it around for a moment, then slid in the next one. Definitely a tight, virgin butt-hole, he thought with a mental grin. Painstakingly, he began to pry Remus open, coaxing his sphincter to loosen and accept him. A shame butts didn’t realize that the sooner they unclenched, the sooner their hosts would feel mind-blowing pleasure.
At first, Remus was pretty tense. He’d never experienced this at the hands of another before, and it was a new sensation. The hand on his erection helped though, and he slowly began to loosen up. First one finger, then two. Finally, after a short while, Sirius could get a third in.
“I-I’ve never done more th-than two.” he panted out into the grass, his eyes half lidded and rolling back slightly at how much he was being stretched out. He knew Sirius was even bigger than three fingers, though, so he didn’t ask the other to stop. He felt himself tense up, though, when the fingers inside him pressed against something. “A-ah!” he cried out, eyes going wide. What had that been? Some sort of magic button inside of him that made him see stars and colors? He wanted to feel it again.
“You’re really tight,” he confirmed and could only imagine what all that silky heat and pressure would feel like around his own aching cock. At some point he’d freed it from the confines of his pants; hot and heavy between his legs, it was almost torturous how every shift of rough material against it sent electric zings up his spine.
He couldn’t believe he was in such a state just from preparing someone. Though, to be fair, he’d never actually slept with anyone remotely important to him. Remus was unquestionably important.
His beau made the most delicious noise when he found his prostate. Sirius shuddered, pressing his cheek against Remus’ hindquarters and stroking the spot relentlessly now that he’d found it, listening to the sweet cries fall from his lover’s lips.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, though he knew it obviously did. He fisted Remus’ dick in time with his relentless rubbing, going full hog on his ‘magic button.’ He wanted Remus to explode, to cum so hard he sobbed from the feel of it.
“Y-yes!” he gasped out, his hands clawing uselessly at the grass and dirt around him, getting it under his fingernails as Sirius went after him without mercy. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, and fortunately he didn’t have much of a choice as Sirius was obviously not going to stop.
“Oh God, Sirius!” he wailed, it coming out more as a howl than anything as his body went rigid around his lover’s fingers, his cock spasming and spewing forth copious amounts of cum all over Sirius’ hand and his own chest and stomach.
His arms went limp at his side after he came, his body heaving as he panted, gasping for air. A dazed look painted his face, his honey colored eyes half lidded and glassy. Sirius had successfully managed to finger his boyfriend into oblivion.
Sirius groaned, low and throaty, gaze dark and hungry as he expertly reduced his beau to quivering mess. He removed his hand, sampling a sticky strand of cum from his wrist. The rest was used as extra lubricant, switching hands to slide his soiled fingers into Remus’ tender, twitching hole. Warm and pliant, Remus stretched nicely around them and Sirius deemed him ready for the real thing.
“C’mere, gorgeous,” he purred, hefting Remus up by the middle so he was rested on Sirius’ lap, his front to the werewolf’s back.
“Mm, Remus… you look so good like this,” he praised, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on the back of the lovely throat and nosing behind an ear.
His fingers ghosted up and down the line of Remus’ flat tummy, petting him to relax him. With his other hand, he positioned his stiff cock at Remus’ hole and slowly breached him, controlling Remus’ weight on the way down. He hissed a curse against the flushed skin of Remus’ neck, praising him with the same breath.
So hot, so tight, so fucking perfect.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he slid home, seated balls deep inside his beautiful boyfriend. He waited only moments, before leveraging him and rocking up hard into that hot body.
Before he could recover, Remus could feel his body being lifted from the grass, a bit of it coming with him in the form of stains across the right side of his face. “Sirius.” he whimpered as the other continued to torture him in the most amazing ways.
He was completely drained yet didn’t want the other to stop. He wanted to make him to feel as good as he had done. He tilted his head slightly, exposing more of his creamy pale neck for the other to kiss and play with as he saw fit. Catching his lower lip between his teeth, he suppressed a cry as Sirius pushed his way inside. Lord he was huge.
Completely impaled, Remus felt his already weak mind going hazy again. “I…” he mumbled, leaning back against Sirius for support, his thighs trembling as he tried to keep himself upright. “It’s big…” he breathed, his arms moving down to help support his own weight, hands resting on Sirius’ muscled thighs.
“Oh my God!” he gasped out, eyes snapping wide open as Sirius thrust into him, hitting that damned spot again. His cock twitched, half limp but already starting to grow hard once again.
“So big,” he agreed, licking a hot stripe up the backside of Remus’ ear, abusing the soft lobe between his teeth, his breath hot and uneven as he growled into it.
“Do you like it, Remus?” he demanded, Remus’ name dripping like rough, dirty sex from his lips. “Tell me how it feels.”
He gripped Remus hard by the hips, helping him up and letting him drop when Sirius thrust up, sharp and at the perfect angle to nail him in the prostate. From over his shoulder, Sirius watched Remus’ spent cock perk up again, fattening with interest, springing upwards and smearing his quivering belly with the tasty evidence of his interest.
He grabbed that pretty cock, stroking him with deft and practiced motions. “Cum for me again, Remus…”
Remus gave a soft whimpering ‘mmhmm’ when Sirius asked if he liked it, still writhing from the initial feeling of being completely filled by the other. It took him a moment to steady himself and stop squirming and trembling around the intrusion, but finally he was able to breath somewhat normally. “It kind of hurts.” he managed, his voice sounding breathless. “But I like it.”
He tensed up around Sirius, unable to help himself when his cock was being stroked again. He could feel Sirius cock pressing against that magical spot within him, and he began to inadvertently push his hips back against the other, wanting him to move.
He let out a soft whine of unhappiness that Sirius hadn’t began to fuck him yet. He wanted the other to take him with everything he had. To really make him feel it, and to make him know who he belonged to. “Sirius.” he whimpered again, moving his hips back and forth even more now, his eyes begging for the other to let loose and pound him.
That look made Sirius growl low in his chest. He’d wanted to be kind to Remus’ tight, virgin ass, but the little minx was tempting him with those pleading bedroom eyes. Tempting him and winning, too.
He tilted them forward, staying inside of Remus, but positioning them so he was again on hands and knees. Kneeling behind him, he took hold of slim hips and pulled back almost all the way, before slamming into him hard and deep and fast. He gave the werewolf what he was asking for, though he tried to keep in mind that he shouldn’t go overboard. Not right now, anyway.
He reached for his lover’s cock again, stroking him in time with the roll of his hips.
Panting and gasping for air, the werewolf’s body rocked forward with every thrust, his eyes having glazed over by now as stars popped in his minds eye. Who knew that sex could feel so amazing. Could take you from reality to a place you could only get to through these, as some might say, deplorable acts.
It wasn’t long after Sirius began to really pound into him that Remus was tensing up again, pulling up clumps of dirt and grass as he clawed at the ground while he came, throwing his head back with a howling “Sirius!” before going completely limp once more.
It was too much for poor old Sirius. That hot, virgin arsehole gripped him like a vise, twitching around Sirius’ cock and becoming his undoing. He thrust in balls deep, groaning as he unloaded his spunk, ribboning Remus’ insides white.
He panted for a long moment, heart thrumming in his ears, sweat cooling to an uncomfortably stick film. “Moony,” he said after catching his breath, slipping free from that hot, sweet body and flopping onto the grass, dragging his lover down with him and cuddling him fiercely. Leaning in for a long, sweet kiss.
“That was seriously hot,” he praised, grinning, “… we’re going to have so much fun together.”
Well, before that, though. They should probably think about relocating to the castle; it was going to be challenging enough avoiding Filch with noodle legs, as was.
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